(Hello, people reading this. So, this one-shot is based off Hellcats. And, my first non-songfic one-shot. And, my first Glee fanfic. It might suck, mostly because I have a bad case of writer's block and I was hoping it would get me out of my funk. I OWN NOTHING! Enjoy!)


Santana and Quinn were having their annual sleepover. But, somehow their talk turned to when Santana first had sex.

"My first time was totally unexpected. Okay, it was in the back of a Buick of Route 51 with somebody I never thought it would happen with."

Quinn gave Santana a thoughtful look. Santana was never open with her feelings, but Quinn could tell it took Santana a lot of courage just to tell her that one sentence.

"Were you in love with him?"

Santana looked confused by the simple question that came out of the blondes' mouth. She hesitated. Was she in love with him? Everytime she asked herself that own question, she always told herself some lie about how they were only friends and if they did start a relationship, it wouldn't end well.

"That's a complicated question." From the look on Quinn's face, Santana could tell she wasn't very satisfied with her answer.

"But, the point is, it just happened. No pre-planning. No stage management. And, it was good. For what it was."

Santana knew Quinn and Sam haven't done the duty. Quinn is one of her best girl friends. And, Sam… well, that's another story. She kept telling Quinn that if it was going to happen, it was going to happen. But, she never listened.

"Why are you telling me this?" Quinn asked, looking intently at the Latina. Santana cracked a smile.

"Because I think you're awesome." Quinn gave her a smile back and both girls burst out laughing.


Quinn knew she was ready. She wanted Sam; she wanted to be connected to him like that, passionately. She sat down on the bed as Sam stripped off his leather jacket. She smiled at the blonde boy in front of her.

"What was your first time like?" Quinn asked a small smile on her lips.

She didn't really care that Sam wasn't a virgin. She knew that it was before she started going out with him, probably before she even met him. He looked at her, a small smile forming on his lips.

"You really wanna know?" Quinn's smile grew a little bit in size.

"Yeah, yeah I do." She giggled a little under her breath. Sam came and sat down on the bed next to her.

"It's not a very interesting story." And, that was the honest to god truth.

But, when Quinn said, "I don't care." He knew she really didn't. He knew that he had it good.

"It was high school." He nodded, picturing the time he lost his V-Card.

"Did you love her?" Quinn's silky voice snapped him out of his dream haze.

He considered it a little before answering, "Yeah. Guess I did."

Sam stood up and walked toward the bathroom.

"What do I know, I was sixteen." He walked in the bathroom, hearing Quinn's voice flow through the open door.

"Was it romantic?" She asked, playing with a loose hem on her floral dress. Quinn chuckled under her breath.

"Your first time?" She asked. Sam considered how he should answer her question.

"Um, remotely." Quinn nodded, even though she knew Sam couldn't see her.

"It was in the back of a Buick, the middle of nowhere, off of Route 51."

Quinn froze. She had heard that same sentence from her best friend, Santana Lopez, just a week before. But, Santana said she didn't see Sam as more than a friend, was she lying? Quinn wasn't sure how to feel but she knew she felt betrayed and jealous. She got up from the bed and snatched her jacket. She felt her throat close up and the first tear slides down her face. She opened the door softly, before she slammed it shut, running down the hallways and out of the hotel doors.